Chapter 692

“Akechi-kun, the last time we met was at the Kyoto Conference, wasn’t it?” The middle-aged man raised a hand to straighten his tie knot. “It’s been quite some time.”

7:10 a.m. Akechi had just stepped out of the elevator onto the maintenance floor. The metal doors hadn’t even fully closed before a figure appeared to greet him.

Dressed in standard Arasaka uniform, the man carried himself with precision—even his slicked-back hair was at a perfect angle. His familiar tone carried a manufactured warmth honed through years of practice: “Akechi-kun.”